This is from a private journal entry I wrote in hopes of helping integrate the very transformative incident that happened on the night of October the 14th. I edited out some paragraphs that contained too much intimate detail that should really be left private, and wouldn't hurt the story much if removed. I'm sharing the following with everyone because I'd like to know what you think of how this works.
After this, I will never view my sexuality the same way again, and am currently trying to figure out how this power dynamic works. The effects of it were truly eye-opening and even therapeutic in a cathartic way.
Of course, the dialogues I included are not complete, and I patched them together from what sticks most in my memory. They still retain their essential meaning and effect, however.
[What follows is a detailed account of kinky but softcore gay sex (no intercourse involved). Don't say I didn't warn you!]
"So which part of my body did you want to taste first?" he asked plainly.
I took a quick, nervous glance up and down his body, not daring to meet his eyes, even though they were focussed on the road.
"Uh... It all looks tasty to me..." I eventually managed to mumble.
"How about my fingers?" he asked and didn't wait before he extended his right hand in front of me. I immediately grabbed it and started sucking on it with the passion of one reunited with a lover. In a sense, I was, as it has been more than a whole year since I last indulged in a man's body and was craving it insanely.
"Nice, you're good at that. Wanna try my cock for a bit?"
"Mmm..."
I assumed he was talking about what we were going to do when we get to his place as I saw him take out a cigarette and light it. But after the first drag, he started undoing his belt and zippers. I do not know how he managed to juggle that with smoking and driving, and I started worrying if we were ever going to get to his place at all. He whipped his cock out, already semi-hard,
"Suck it." he ordered casually, and I found myself hypnotically wiggling out of my seatbelt and stretching to reach it. He helped me out by gabbing the back of my neck and forcing my head down to his crotch. I was shivering with excitement and despite the circumstances, I made love to him, then and there.
"You taste so good..." I finally said after gorging myself on it for a long while.
"Thank you."
"As does your precum...", I continued as I thoroughly enjoyed licking the mild-tasting droplets already forming at the tip. I have a thing for precum and it turns me on like hell. I kept working his cock as it got slightly harder, but after a few minutes I felt his fingers firmly grasp my hair and carefully pulling me away... I was unsure whether to feel sad for being pulled away from this work of beauty or whether to be excited for having the man attached to it command me by the hair and being careful to gauge my pain threshold for hair-pulling.
"We're gonna have to save it for later. Gotta focus on driving so we can make it in one piece!"
After a long pause of silence, I asked him about his name.
"So are you really called Goose?"
"That's what everyone calls me because I laugh like a goose's honk. You'll know when you hear it." He teasingly refused to tell me what his real name was.
We were on our way to his place in St. Thomas, a small town south of the one I lived in, certainly far enough from my place (in the extreme North) to be considered a long drive. I double checked myself... here I was being taken by a boy calling himself Goose whom I have never met until a few minutes ago. I knew almost nothing about him aside from a few details about sexual preferences from the little online conversation we had before we decided in the heat of the moment that he is to come right now all the way to my place to pick me up (as I don't drive). I knew that he was a rather slim, naturally-smooth guy with the horniest expression I've ever seen adorning his sharp-featured face. I learnt that he's into domination, which is (at least aesthetically) not very common for a smooth twink like him, the latter type I am generally not too attracted to in the first place.
And yet here I was, already entrusting him with my life and safety - I was now on the highway, too far from home to escape and make it, and his domineering magnetism was already showing through.
We talked about random things... I asked him about his craziest experiences, and while he was describing a situation that I cannot remember but with which he somehow wanted to know how I'd react if my balls were squeezed and yanked. I believe I told him without thinking much of the matter that I'm not sure but didn't mind finding out someday. No sooner than I finished talking his hand darted from my steering wheel to my crotch, catching me off guard, and felt up my pants to find my balls. The next thing I know I was screaming with pleasure and pain at once as he gradually tightened his grip, which he kept on for a few seconds until he sensed that the pain has exceeded the comfort zone (measured by the increasing intensity of my cry), at which point he stopped. I had nothing to say and just giggled nervously instead.
Needless to say, I knew I was in for something different from any that I'd experienced yet. Any second thoughts I had were completely abolished, for better or worse. Despite knowing nothing about this guy, and despite him being very untypical for a dom, I was already feeling a very powerful chemistry with him.
(continued in next entry)
After this, I will never view my sexuality the same way again, and am currently trying to figure out how this power dynamic works. The effects of it were truly eye-opening and even therapeutic in a cathartic way.
Of course, the dialogues I included are not complete, and I patched them together from what sticks most in my memory. They still retain their essential meaning and effect, however.
[What follows is a detailed account of kinky but softcore gay sex (no intercourse involved). Don't say I didn't warn you!]
"So which part of my body did you want to taste first?" he asked plainly.
I took a quick, nervous glance up and down his body, not daring to meet his eyes, even though they were focussed on the road.
"Uh... It all looks tasty to me..." I eventually managed to mumble.
"How about my fingers?" he asked and didn't wait before he extended his right hand in front of me. I immediately grabbed it and started sucking on it with the passion of one reunited with a lover. In a sense, I was, as it has been more than a whole year since I last indulged in a man's body and was craving it insanely.
"Nice, you're good at that. Wanna try my cock for a bit?"
"Mmm..."
I assumed he was talking about what we were going to do when we get to his place as I saw him take out a cigarette and light it. But after the first drag, he started undoing his belt and zippers. I do not know how he managed to juggle that with smoking and driving, and I started worrying if we were ever going to get to his place at all. He whipped his cock out, already semi-hard,
"Suck it." he ordered casually, and I found myself hypnotically wiggling out of my seatbelt and stretching to reach it. He helped me out by gabbing the back of my neck and forcing my head down to his crotch. I was shivering with excitement and despite the circumstances, I made love to him, then and there.
"You taste so good..." I finally said after gorging myself on it for a long while.
"Thank you."
"As does your precum...", I continued as I thoroughly enjoyed licking the mild-tasting droplets already forming at the tip. I have a thing for precum and it turns me on like hell. I kept working his cock as it got slightly harder, but after a few minutes I felt his fingers firmly grasp my hair and carefully pulling me away... I was unsure whether to feel sad for being pulled away from this work of beauty or whether to be excited for having the man attached to it command me by the hair and being careful to gauge my pain threshold for hair-pulling.
"We're gonna have to save it for later. Gotta focus on driving so we can make it in one piece!"
After a long pause of silence, I asked him about his name.
"So are you really called Goose?"
"That's what everyone calls me because I laugh like a goose's honk. You'll know when you hear it." He teasingly refused to tell me what his real name was.
We were on our way to his place in St. Thomas, a small town south of the one I lived in, certainly far enough from my place (in the extreme North) to be considered a long drive. I double checked myself... here I was being taken by a boy calling himself Goose whom I have never met until a few minutes ago. I knew almost nothing about him aside from a few details about sexual preferences from the little online conversation we had before we decided in the heat of the moment that he is to come right now all the way to my place to pick me up (as I don't drive). I knew that he was a rather slim, naturally-smooth guy with the horniest expression I've ever seen adorning his sharp-featured face. I learnt that he's into domination, which is (at least aesthetically) not very common for a smooth twink like him, the latter type I am generally not too attracted to in the first place.
And yet here I was, already entrusting him with my life and safety - I was now on the highway, too far from home to escape and make it, and his domineering magnetism was already showing through.
We talked about random things... I asked him about his craziest experiences, and while he was describing a situation that I cannot remember but with which he somehow wanted to know how I'd react if my balls were squeezed and yanked. I believe I told him without thinking much of the matter that I'm not sure but didn't mind finding out someday. No sooner than I finished talking his hand darted from my steering wheel to my crotch, catching me off guard, and felt up my pants to find my balls. The next thing I know I was screaming with pleasure and pain at once as he gradually tightened his grip, which he kept on for a few seconds until he sensed that the pain has exceeded the comfort zone (measured by the increasing intensity of my cry), at which point he stopped. I had nothing to say and just giggled nervously instead.
Needless to say, I knew I was in for something different from any that I'd experienced yet. Any second thoughts I had were completely abolished, for better or worse. Despite knowing nothing about this guy, and despite him being very untypical for a dom, I was already feeling a very powerful chemistry with him.
(continued in next entry)